Buddy of mine tells me his life has never been more fulfilling since he found Zen. Or as he calls it, “Zen, baby.” Things have been tough lately. I can’t please my boss, much less my girlfriend. And with all the pressure from IVF, I’m lucky to raise my mojo in the bedroom. Buddy swears I try Zen and I’ll regain my vitality.
So, there I am, a day away from giving it a go when Karen bursts from our bathroom, happy tears streaming down her face.
Long story short, nine months later we have a little boy. Named him Zen.